When life gives you smashed apples...

You make applesauce! It's a well-known fact that I am quite accident prone. One of the primary reasons I steered away from elementary education is that I failed to develop motor skills beyond about the age of 4 and didn't want to be responsible for the formation of those skills in other people's children. Anywho... I've been on spring break this week and have been trying to use my time as efficiently as possible, e.g. going to Costco and stocking up on enough food to hold me over through the apocalypse. I'm not sure when I'll have this much time to run errands again. One of those purchases included a flat of apples. I recently moved apartments and took the third floor option since it's a little cheaper. So there I am yesterday afternoon, balancing my flat of apples on top of an 8-pack of canned black beans on top of an 8-pack of tomato sauce on top of my knee (yep, one leg) as I hunt for my house keys in my coat pocket that seems to have become six-inches deeper up those three flights of stairs... and I think you get the picture. Fifteen of my apples tumbled down the stairs. All three flights of stairs. I'm just glad the toddler from the first floor wasn't playing out front. My grandmother's axiom "waste not want not" ringing in my ears, I dutifully collected all of the apples, or at least what was left of them, and started looking for good applesauce recipes. Even foisting off as much as I can on Sean, pretty sure I'm going to have to start looking for apple cookie and apple bread recipes.